WASHINGTON IS NEXT!      						                  
(by D. Mustaine)

The quiet war has begun   with silent weapons   
and the new slavery   is to keep the people poor   
and stupid:    "Novus Ordo Seclorum".
How can there be   any logic   in biological war?   
We all know this is wrong,   but the New World Order's beating down the door, 
oh, something needs to be done!

There was a king   (...An evil king...),
who dreamt the wickedest of dreams, an ancient mystery no prophet could interpret,
of seven years of famine,   the wolf is at my door as predicted years ago, 
that that was, that is, that is no more.   The word predicts the future 
and tells the truth about the past of how the world's leaders will hail the new Pharoah:
the eighth false king to the throne...   Washington is next!

Disengage their minds,   sabotage their health,   
promote sex, and war, and violence in the kindergartens,   
blame the parents and teachers:   "It's their fault,   Annuit Coeptis"!
Attack the church dynamic,   attack the family, 
keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred   
and the "have-nots" get hooked and have to go to the "haves":   just to cop a fix!

I am the king   (...An evil king...),
who dreamt the wickedest of dreams, an ancient mystery nobody could interpret,
of seven empires fallen,   the wolf is at my door as predicted years ago, 
that that was, that is, that is no more.   The word predicts my future 
and tells the truth about my past of how the world's leaders are waiting to usher in
the eighth world power of modern Rome...   Washington is next!

There was a king   (...An evil king...),
who dreamt the wickedest of dreams, an ancient mystery no prophet could interpret,
of seven empires falling,   the wolf is at my door as predicted years ago, 
that that was, that is, that is no more...
I am a king   'n' I dream the wildest dreams,   'n' nobody could interpret,
seven empires fallen,  the wolf is at my door,   oh, that that was, that is, that is no more...

There's something at my door,   some ancient mystery,
the future tells the truth about the past   and I'm the eighth false king to the throne,
I've got you in my crosshairs,   now, ain't that a bitch?   ...Washington,   you're next!